Date: Thu, 14 May 2009 23:25:37 +0100
From: Ant
Subject: Arrested - revised
Arested by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk Chapter 1 & 2 [Edited Version 2009]
[A homoerotic story containing scenes of group interracial forced sex, some
S&M and Watersports.]
[If offended by such scenes, under the age of consent or otherwise
disgusted. Please go away now.]
[Please note this is fiction. Condoms are not used. Life is not fiction.
Use them.]
When they arrested me I expected some trouble, but nothing too serious.
After all, my activities, whilst not quite in line with the aims of the
present government, couldn't really be called illegal either. I thought I
would most likely be deported, as had happened to most of my predecessors
in the news agency. It would be a pity as I'd grown to enjoy the country,
especially the look of the male population.
The majority of the population was well under thirty, the result of years
of civil war that had finally ground to a conclusion just ten years ago.
The country was only just now really getting back on its feet, the majority
of the older males being in the civil service or other posts of authority,
one way or another. They had a combined army and police force, partially
trained by my own countrymen. As with most of the civilian population they
were mainly in their early twenties or younger and I just loved looking at
them in their tight green shorts and shirts with black leather Sam Browne
belts across one shoulder and round their waists. The belts matched their
skins perfectly and I could have watched them for hours, velvet muscles on
arms and thighs as they walked about, the tight stretch of fabric across
their rears and somehow, they all seemed to be to be in possession of
interesting bulges at the front.
I had never dared to more than look and thought no one had noticed. I was
soon to discover how wrong I'd been. They had picked me up as I left my
hotel and very correctly and very politely in very broken English I had a
problem to understand, informed me of my arrest for questioning due to the
articles I'd been sending back home.
The first surprise was when, after 'helping' me into the back of the
landrover one of them went back into the hotel, returning a few moments
later with a case of cold local beer. Opening half a dozen he passed them
round, including one for myself. Still politely I was informed that I had
to pass a personal customs clearance before I could leave the country and
the officer concerned was at that time billeted out of the capital. It
would be about a half-hours drive and it was a hot and dusty drive. They
were quite correct and by the time the half- hour was up we had finished
the two dozen half pint bottles between us. It was not particularly strong
but I'd noticed some effect on my escort.
A couple of shirts had a button or two undone and most of them were
surreptitiously rubbing their groins from time to time. My thoughts were
more of the regret at leaving the country and returning to cold England to
take much notice and if I thought anything it was most likely that, like
myself, they were all starting to feel the pressure that meant a pit call
would soon be necessary. We arrived at a small camp surrounded by a wire
fence. The guard post and one hut were the only buildings with half a
dozen or so two man tents lined up to one side. Still in a cheerful mood
they helped me out of the back, into the hut, down a short corridor past
three doors to a room at the end.
Sitting behind a desk was a young Officer, I would have guessed in his
early twenties. Even so, he was the oldest man I had seen on the camp so
far. They placed my briefcase and passport in front of him and he gave
them a cursory examination.
"The Captain will be back this afternoon. He has to sign the final
papers," I was told. "Meanwhile my men can give you a physical examination
before he arrives."
"What do you mean?" I asked, starting to feel somewhat less secure.
"We've got to make sure you're not carrying any contraband on your person
or any infectious diseases. Haven't we?" He replied with a smile.
"Of course I'm not." I replied, emptying the pockets of my shorts. "You
can see I'm not carrying anything and you have my briefcase in front of
you."
"Socks and shoes," was all he said followed after a moment by "shirt."
Unwillingly I complied, thinking it best not to make a fuss.
"And the rest."
"What do you mean?"
"Shorts as well"
I looked round at the soldiers who had escorted me into the room. It was
only now I took real notice of the way they were fondling their groins;
several shirts now open to the waist.
"It has been noticed you like to observe the people's army when you think
no one is watching. Now it's our turn to observe you."
I mentioned the increasing need for a toilet to no avail. He told the
soldiers to take me into the next room and prepare me for examination.
There was no way I could resist. There were too many of them. As they
half-carried and half escorted me back out into the hall their black hands
plied freely across my naked body.
The room I was pulled into had a broken cracked tiles on the floor and
halfway up the walls. It had obviously been damaged during the wars but
partially repaired and cleaned up. There was some sort of operating table
in the centre of the room, which was otherwise quite bare. My wrists were
quickly tied together and pulled above my head to be hung on a hook I not
noticed in the ceiling. Luckily I was quite tall or I'd have to stand on
tiptoe. Even so it stretched my body out to be inspected by the whole
group of soldiers who had crowded into the room behind me. Most now had
their shirts of and were quite openly rubbing themselves, grinning at me
and making humping motions toward me.
I was starting to panic when the officer entered the room. He was as naked
as myself, his well built body glistening and a monster cock dangling
between his legs, by the look of it just starting to come to life.
"Let me explain," he said is his curiously perfect English. "It has been
noticed how much you admire us. Well, we are going to satisfy your
admiration. You won't be damaged or seriously hurt but we intend to enjoy
ourselves. Possibly you will also."
Most unlikely I thought looking at his mid rift. Even so. At least I knew
I would be coming out of this alive and in one piece.
He walked toward me and used his hands to examine me fully. He felt my
hair, my ears, pulled my mouth open and felt round with his fingers. Down
my shoulders to my nipples, which he pinched lightly and twisted. I
couldn't help but respond with a gasp and an immediate response from my
cock. Even in this predicament it had a life of its own.
He felt it brush against his leg and looking down laughed and said
something to the soldiers that had them all laughing as well. He continued
down to quickly squeeze my balls and then went behind my back. A black
hand came round my face and fingers pressed at my mouth. I opened and took
them in, salivating over them, guessing what came next. They were removed
and without much warning I felt at least two of them poke at the entrance
to my arse. The other hand came round to twist and pull my left side
nipple. As I pulled back and forth the fingers entered as if of their own
volition and I felt his warm body against mine, somehow clean and musky at
the same time.
"I managed to say that I really needed to go to the toilet. "You only
speak when told," was my reply.
Even so he removed his hands and said something to the soldiers. A couple
of them lifted me off the hook and took me over to the table where I was
encouraged to lay down. I could now see this must have been a maternity
room as the table had legs supports pointing into the air. My legs were
quickly fastened to them leaving my arse feeling as if about to fall of the
edge of the table, my cheeks pulled apart and my hole fully exposed. As if
they had guessed my thoughts straps were fastened round my shoulders
pulling my body taught along the table and my arms strapped down to my
sides. I was well and truly trussed and available for whatever they
wanted.
I could guess what he wanted and it wasn't long in coming. By now my
bladder was becoming painful and it was almost a relief, for a moment, to
feel his massive cockhead push at my rear entrance. Thankfully he had
greased it whilst I was being trussed up, even so I thought I was being
split open as without mercy he continued to poke and as soon as he'd forced
his way through my ring proceeded to plunge in right up to the hilt. I'd
not been fucked for ages and my arse was tight as a drum. I screamed and
bucked to no avail as he grabbed hold of my thighs and used them to force
himself even more fully inside my protesting passage.
I just couldn't help it. As he plunged inside my something had to give and
in this case it was my bladder. As his body brushed my thighs and crashed
up against my balls a massive stream of piss jetted from my half erect cock
to splash against his chest and even I was aghast to see his face. It
didn't faze him at all; laughing his grabbed hold of my cock and
re-directed the flow to fall over my own chest and then my face and open
mouth. I had no choice but to swallow or choke. The stream seemed to
never end but he just continued to play it back and forth up and down my
body till we were both soaked.
Then he called two of the men over, now I saw as naked as himself. I
called them men but here we would call them boys, late teens. One of them
climbed on the table and knelt, one leg either side of my head, his hands
stretching down to pinch and pull at my tits. The other stood above me,
straddling my chest, his cock facing toward my face.
I had no time to admire his lithe body or try and guess his intentions as
the officer started to piston, slowly, and with increasing speed, to rape
my arse. This wasn't a fuck, it was rape. No finesse, just pure brute
force. I started to yell and try and struggle but the only part of my body
I could move was my head and that was trapped between a pair of black
thighs. Even with all that was going on I felt the cock behind my head
stiffen and the body start to rub itself against my short cut hair. As it
did so the fingers on my nipples pinched stronger and longer, my head was
squeezed tighter between those thighs and the cock in my arse really
speeded up.
He was starting to gasp. I couldn't understand the words but the look on
his face, the sweat pouring off his body to mingle with my piss, the hands
gripping my thighs all told their own story. Suddenly I felt a hot stream
on my neck, quickly moved to my open mouth. I couldn't close it. I needed
every gasp I could get in between my yells. It smelt acrid but tasted of
salt and opening my eyes I saw the naked boy straddling my chest was
gleefully pissing into my open mouth. Again I had to swallow and keep on
swallowing to keep from drowning.
He knelt down, his cock inches from my mouth as the stream died away. I
couldn't care what his intentions were as I felt the officer come to a
climax. I felt his cock, even above the pain he was inflicting, judder
once, twice, three times, and then a somehow cool stream shot up me even
further than he'd been able to plunge. He continued for several moments.
Plunging in to the hilt, another ejaculation, partial withdrawal, and a
repeat and another repeat.
Finally he came to a halt. Half bending over me, his head resting on the
shoulder of the boy kneeling over my chest. It took him several moments to
regain his breath and slowly stand up again. To my surprise he didn't
withdraw but said something to the others that made them all cheer.
I had been vaguely aware the lad squeezing my head between his thighs,
while he tortured my tits had also stopped grunting and heaving. But it was
not until the one with his cock facing my mouth reached behind and pulling
his hand through my wet hair returned with it covered with white goo that I
was aware he had humped my head to a climax. The cum he spread on his now
erect cock and pushed slowly between my lips. I think he was a little
afraid I would bite and I managed to grin slightly up at him in the hope he
would take it easy. I would need some time to recover from the attack on
my rear and could do with catching my breath as well.
However he gave me little time to breathe, bringing his groin up to my face
till his springy black curly hairs were brushing against my mouth. His
cock whilst not large filled my mouth quite nicely thank you and I was
starting to panic about breathing when he pulled back slightly, giving me
just enough time to gasp before plunging forward again. Shortly he got
tired of the excise and kneeling back on his haunches used his hands to
grasp my head, pulling and pushing, using my face as his own personal
wanking machine.
The officer still had his now softened cock in my arse and to my disbelief
I felt it flex and start to harden. No! I thought. He can't be going to
fuck me again so soon. He flexed his cock a couple of times and a I felt a
hot stream of liquid jet up inside me. No. He wasn't going to fuck me, at
least not yet. He was pissing up my arse instead.
This turned me on so much I clamped my lips harder round the cock in my
face and as he wanked himself with my head, used my tongue to massage the
glands just below the top of his shaft. Sure enough this did the trick and
with a yell he started to cum in my mouth, suddenly pulling back to finish
by furiously wanking off over my face.
As he pulled back I realised the other five or six soldiers had gathered
round pulling at the most attractive selection of cocks I'd ever seen in
the flesh, all in one place. Very quickly they followed the example of
their companion, shooting all over my face and body. At times even over
themselves in their eagerness.
The lad on my face got down and the officer withdrew his cock, followed by
a trickle of his piss mixed with cum.
"You may be glad to know that my Sergeant's here are the only members of
this platoon really mature enough to make use of you," the officer said
"After my Captain has seen you they will do so in order to entertain the
troops, so to speak. For now you can have a rest - of sorts."
What did 'of sorts,' mean I wondered. Untying me I was handed a pair of
running shorts that I recognised as having come from my bag, and taken
outside where I was forced to sit on the ground in front of the hut. My
hands were handcuffed round a post behind me and only then did I get a
chance to look around. It was only now I noticed the other soldiers, if
one could call them that, were only boys in very early double figures.
There were thirty or forty of them I thought, all gathered round to see
what was going to happen but no getting too close.
Just what was going to happen I soon found out.
Chapter 2
Somehow I managed to drift off to sleep as was rudely woken up as a bucket
of water was thrown over me. The last thing I remembered were the younger
soldiers/recruits gathered round at a distance, pointing and laughing. All
I could see were young brown bodies and white teeth. In a different
situation I would have been in heaven. I could discern no real threat in
their actions but even so was worried what my future held. That made it
even more surprising that I'd drifted off.
Now they had lined up in a fashion either side of a black limo just driving
through the gate. It drew to a halt in front of the buildings and I was
somehow not very surprised when the minister I'd been writing about stepped
out, followed by an officer. The officer was in no way fat but built like
the proverbial brick shithouse. Must have been six feet tall with a
fifty-inch chest. Quite a slim waist, clinched by a sam browne belt, then
thighs that could crush a coconut. By the bulge in his skin-tight khaki
shorts he must have been carrying one in readiness.
What did surprise me was the minister. Instead of laughing at me as I
expected he seemed annoyed and turned round to the officer and started to
berate him. The officer quickly replied, pointing at me and then at the
young recruits. The minister calmed down and walked into the building
followed by the Captain who whispered quickly in the ear of the Lieutenant
who had raped me earlier. He came over to me as the older soldiers were
getting me to my feet and undoing my chains.
"If you want to live just keep your mouth shut," he said. "The Minister
wants you dead because of the stories you've been sending. We're trying to
keep you alive until something can be worked out."
If there's anything guaranteed to spoil ones day it's the knowledge you
have upset someone enough to make them want to kill you. There again, some
of the reports I'd filled did mentioned the fact I thought he was psychotic
as well as a thief. They half carried me inside, back to the room with the
strange table.
He was sitting in a chair someone had brought in, the Captain standing
behind. "I gave instructions you were to disappear," he said. "However my
Captain had convinced me the troops should have their fun with you first.
I've no objection. Have you?" The last with a sneering grin on his face.
I opened my mouth to answer and had just enough time to see the Captain
mouth the word 'don't' before a fist punched me in the stomach. It wasn't
hard I must admit but the shock made me fall back and buckle slightly.
Before I had time to give voice to my thoughts a worn belt was wrapped
twice round my mouth and tied off behind my head. My hands were forced
above my head and the tied wrists placed over a large hook in the ceiling.
My feet were just touching the floor.
As before I became aware ebony bodies were surrounding me, again the NCOs
again striped to their shorts. Again I was being examined but this time
not by just one pair of hands but many. They didn't take it so easily
though, twisting my tits and slapping my arse. My body was staring to sway
off the ground and pendulum from one set of hands to another when a voice
told them to stop. Two sets of hands steadied me and held me firmly as the
Minister came to stand in front of me.
"I can't stay as long as I'd like, there is trouble in the city, partially
your fault," he said. "However I will stay long enough to see you in pain.
My bodyguard will enjoy use of your body as a woman and then you can
provide entertainment for my new recruits."
That at least told me he'd not been informed of my inclinations, or my
response to the earlier abuse of my body, so possibly there was hope for me
yet. When I saw his bodyguard, the officer accompanying him, strip off I
started to change my mind. There was not one ounce of fat on his huge deep
black glistening body, even the cheeks of his arse seemed solid muscle, in
fact the only soft parts I could see were his massive cock and balls that
even as I watched were rising to the occasion, becoming as hard as the rest
of him. He had to be carrying ten inches when erect and I'd never get my
hand round it let alone my mouth. What made it worse was his grin in my
direction as he pulled the belt from his shorts and folding it over slapped
it against the tabletop making everyone jump.
'Not much room in here,' someone said, how about outside, 'string him from
the goalposts to whip him and then tie him across the quartermasters table
so The Minister can watch his face as his hole gets raped.'
There was no objection and after being let down the naked monster grabbed
me by the balls and forced me to follow him to the parade ground where once
again my wrists were forced above my head and tied either side of the goal
crossbar nearest the buildings looking toward the table where the minister
and other officers had taken up chairs in the shade. As I was being
twisted round a big black hand covered my mouth for a moment and a large
bitter lump fell into my open mouth. 'Don't spit it out. Chew. It should
help, I can't afford to go soft on you or the Minister will know and
probably kill you out of hand. We just have to get him back to the
President tonight and all will be over.'
I had no time to consider his words. I'd realised what was in mouth, a
largish lump of the local weed. Usually a lump this size would have made a
dozen cigarettes or been cooked into a batch of a hundred biscuits. I was
chewing on the whole dose at once. Would I be able to stop spitting when
the belt stated though. That had also been considered as a pair of dirty
white Y fronts were held out for the audience to see, the yellow stains and
skid marks, then tied across and over my mouth. I was ready, well my body
was I suppose but I would rather have been somewhere else.
Even though the weed I was sucking had started to take slight effect the
belt that arrived across my back made me scream, or it would have done if
there had been any way I could have got past the gag. I pulled on the
ropes fastening my arms to the crossbar and my body kinked and tried to
somehow escape the next blow I knew would follow. It was to no avail
anyway. The belt followed my body, across my back when it hung down,
across my arse when my legs folded up to my chest in my attempts to escape
and across my chest or stomach when it gyrated fully round, crossing my
arms and placing a great strain on my shoulders. Finally I felt hands
steady my legs and thought that, thank goodness that section was over.
I was wrong. 'Got to remove the gag man. He wants to hear you. Spit the
weed out with it so he can't see.' His huge hand came up to fully cover my
mouth again and I managed to spit the somewhat reduced lump of weed out
with the section of filthy Y fronts he'd jammed in before. 'Good man.'
Standing away the belt was landing again. How much was the weed having an
effect and how much my exhaustion I have no idea but my body hung almost
limp as he went to work with a will. Back, chest, arse, stomach, and start
again. I may have been hanging limp but my mouth sure wasn't. I could
hear myself yelling and screaming out, I don't think I used any words, just
guttural sounds to go with the tears streaming down my face.
Finally, and this time it was finally, my torture stopped and my wrists
were untied. As the hands let go I just collapsed on the ground. I heard
the Minister tell someone to carry me over but then heard my assailant,
'Looks like he's a bit dry Sir. Maybe we should hose him down first.'
Then in a quick whisper to me, 'Piss will help you heal quicker.' I was
half unconscious and more than half drugged and took little attention when
feet appeared in my restricted vision and my body was being soaked in
stream after stream of piss. It stung but still I paid little notice until
my head was pulled up by its hair and a stream aimed in my open mouth.
That I swallowed with relief. My throat felt raw from the screaming I'd
been doing and any liquid was welcome.
Hands picked me up and carried me over to the wooden table where my body
was laid; bent at the waist, face forward, my chin just falling off the far
edge. My arms were stretched out and tied off at the corners and I felt my
legs being opened and tied likewise to the rear table legs, leaving my cock
and balls to hang loose. My face was almost in the Minister's lap and he
quickly moved his chair backwards so he could look into my eyes. He held a
glass of sprit in one hand and a flywhisk in the other.
He flicked out lightly with the whish across my welted back and grinned at
my gasp. 'I'm sure you'd rather have this just now?' holding the glass of
sprit toward my face. 'Well, cant have you saying I wouldn't allow you a
last request,' and he stood up and emptied his glass over my back. I will
admit I screamed in agony and if not so firmly tied down would have almost
levitated form the table, even in my part drugged state. As it was I
almost broke my back. He sat back down and clicked his fingers for a
refill. 'Pity I have to rush off and fool the President again. Would much
rather stay here and enjoy your prolonged abuse. However, you've stirred
up too much trouble there so I have to go and sort it out. Never fear,
I'll be thinking of you all the time I'm gone and possibly I'll find a few
young trouble makers to bring back to take your place.'
While his little speech had been going on I was slightly aware above the
pain from my back someone was rubbing in and around my arsehole, which in
turn was feeling slightly numb. I wasn't to know then the remains of the
weed ball I'd spat out was being used in an attempt to prepare me for the
violation about to occur. However, I was aware when that violation began.
Something like a battering ram was directed at the puckered beginning of my
chute and without any delay forced an entrance and continued driving up my
shaft. Scream? I nearly broke my ties to the table. I'd never been
invaded by anything that size before. Even the use my hole had been
through earlier seemed to make no difference. In other circumstances I
may, probably would, have been happy to try and fit it, but this was so
sudden, no slow and wait for me to adjust, it just thrust straight in and
in and in until finally slamming to a stop when a crinkled hair groin
crashed up against my arse cheeks and I felt his massive ball sac smash
into mine.
A hand pulled at my hair and looking up through streaming eyes I saw the
Minister laughing down at me. 'If he doesn't manage to finish you I'm sure
the lads watching will manage though I don't expect they will have much fun
after your arse has experienced that.' Slamming my head back down he told
his bodyguard, as I later discovered him to be, to hurry up and join him in
the car. They were running late. A voice whispered in my ear 'Sorry,' and
the violation really began.
I can't really describe how it was. His huge body throwing of heat and
sweat in equal amounts as he got into his stride burning and soaking mine
as it lay underneath, his comments at first trying to be sympathetic were
whispered but becoming more crude and guttural as the animal in him took
over and believe me, he was animal. No normal man would possess a weapon
the size of his, a weapon he took great delight in operating within my
body.
Having first sunk it to the hilt in my poor hole he started by slowly
pulling right out and just as my rosebud attempted to close up in relief
he'd plunge back in convulsing my body with pain as each time causing
screams the Minister must still be able to hear, where ever he'd gone. I'd
never been fucked by anything so massive, it was tearing me open. Then,
just as my body seemed to be attempting to accept the intrusion and my
screams had changed to moans he really got into his stride.
'I'm going fuck you white man, rape your tender little arse, split you in
half. Yell all you want.' The animal in him took over. He was now
ploughing back and forth with ever increasing speed, his hands griped my
defenceless body round the waist in an attempt to plough deeper, stretching
me against the ties and almost lifting the heavy oak table in the
process. I had neither the strength or the air to scream, every plunge
forced any air from my body, all I could do was groan and moan, licking the
tears from my lips as they poured down my face.
Then I realised I'd gone mad. 'Go on then. Fuck me, rape me. Fill my
white arse with black juice. Harder, deeper, do it.' I was encouraging
him; my body had taken over and instead of fighting was responding to his
assault with some enjoyment. Yes. It had become enjoyment. Never had I
been so comprehensively, so thoroughly taken, each thrust of his was being
met by one of my backside to meet him. If my hands had been free I'd have
been pulling my cheeks apart to allow him deeper access. I wanted him
deeper, I wanted???
There was no time left to consider what I wanted. With a primeval roar of
exultation he exploded inside me. There is just no other way to describe
it. I screamed with him, no longer entirely from pain but from the joy of
sharing in his release. My gut was full from the high pressure jet of
boiling juice streaming from his cock and still it continued, mini jet
after mini jet as my arse lips quivered against his still solid manhood and
milked it dry.
Easily placing one arm beneath my waist he raised my body slightly and with
the other fondled my bruised and swollen balls, then switched to my
painfully erect cock and grasping his hand round it squeezed lightly. That
did it that was all it took. I blew off in his hand; again my body went
into convulsions but this time from my own release that seemed to go on and
on and on. I'd never cum so much or for so long before. His massive black
hand, full of my cum, appeared before my face, 'Take your energy back man.
You've earned it.' I eagerly licked and drank from his hand, I would have
licked him all over if I'd had the chance.
There was a roar from somewhere far behind me, 'Must go, my masters voice,'
he said with a snarl. 'Don't worry, when this is over I'm coming back for
you so don't go anywhere.' I could only grunt. He withdrew his still
massive member with a plop and after a slap across my arse I felt rather
than saw him stride away. Myself, I virtually passed out still over the
table and only half noticed my restraints being removed and just managed to
fall carefully to the floor of the veranda, crawl into a corner and go to
sleep.
I came back to consciousness slowly to the sounds of gunfire and shouts of
joy. It took me a while to work out where I was and the reason for my
naked, bruised and sticky body. Just managing to open one bleary eye I
discovered it to be almost midday and could see in the parade ground
soldiers running all over the place, clasping each other, shouting, and
firing their guns in the air. I'd been half covered by a blanket and on
forcing the other eye open saw a mug of water had been placed just by my
outstretched arm. I managed to sit up against the wall and gratefully
emptied the mug.
'Glad to see you're back with us,' that was my old friend the Captain.
'Come on now,' he held out a hand to assist me up, 'We better get you
cleaned up a bit. The General will be back soon for you.'
'The General?' I stood, the blanket falling from my naked body. So what,
everyone had seen me naked now, not to mention the use and abuse my body
had been put through in the past twenty-four hours.
'Yes. You don't think the Minister, or rather ex-Minister, would have
anyone less that a General for a bodyguard do you. He wants you ready to go
back to the city with him, says you have another story to write for your
paper and hopes you won't be in a hurry to leave the country. He's looking
for an aide'
Well. That opened up possibilities. He continued, 'When we got that so
and so of a Minister to the President we were able to, arrest him and now
have the evidence from his papers to prove he was robbing us blind. I hope
you won't hold last night against us too much,' he went on, 'it was the
only way we could think of to keep you alive long enough.'
'Next time you want a plaything for your troops try and give me a little
notice,' I smiled in return, 'That is, if the General will allow.'
'I'm sure he will.' And he did.
But I never got used to being stuck at the end of that weapon of his so he
had to hold me down to start with when I screamed, or better still, get his
boys to hold me down for him.
I loved it.